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Post by Toriji on Nov 9, 2009 11:22:31 GMT -5
Selena finished her snake completely oblivious to the explosion. She traveled the shadows herself so the cold was more than natural to her. She looked around to see the carnage and tilted her head with an akward smile. "This dream is getting wierder and wierder. Desert sounds good to me." She continued bobbing her head from side to side merrily.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 10, 2009 15:50:14 GMT -5
But as soon as Ivan reappeared, Devon's rage-driven energies unleashed again. "Megidolaon!" And again. "Megidolaon!" And again and again and again, repeatedly blasting the host even though every time, the result was the same.
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Post by zandyne on Nov 10, 2009 16:04:53 GMT -5
There was little time to offer the menu for possible desserts from Queen Ivan's end, so instead, Deva (the white eye) shooed off the other servants with great haste to the kitchen, despite Jack and the Skull Queen's protests of having not finished cleaning up the exploded golem.
Agari remained loyally and doggedly shielding its master. With each blast, the shield from Ivan's personal shadow would form just fast enough to absorb most of the brunt of the attack, shatter and reform just in time for the next onslaught.
He casually rechecked the steady stream of blood still trickling down the side of his face, and in Devon's hectic, but patterned rage, launched his counterattack in-between the gaps. Instead of the usual shield, a myriad of hands erupted from Ivan's shadow and ensnared most of Devon, with her mouth being covered first, followed by wrapping up the rest of her limbs. It wasn't initially enough to crush her, but any too-violent action from her end would be met with more constriction from the seemingly infinite hands.
The magician chuckled to himself, but there was annoyance on the edge of his voice, "You're feisty, I like that. But we can't be playing games when it's still dinnertime, its part of the rules of proper etiquette, and as a gentlemen I must follow those rules." He flashed a shit-eating grin at that claim.
The freezing digits covering her mouth loosened so Devon could respond, but the rest of the binding limbs remained.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 10, 2009 17:03:10 GMT -5
While Devon's magic was powerful, his physical ability was ... nonexistent. He struggled helplessly against his binds with his fury, but couldn't muster the physical strength to do anything meaningful. As soon as the gag was down, the pigtailed girl in pajamas shouted back, "Gentlemen don't blow up helpless little creatures!"
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Post by zandyne on Nov 10, 2009 22:20:51 GMT -5
He briefly took off his hat, a feat in on itself that it was still on his head at all at this point, and raked a hand through his hair, a process which only served to get more blood on his hand and evoked the question of how much of the substance his body could afford to lose.
With a wistful sigh he nonchalantly cleaned it off on his pants when he was done, "You're absolutely right. But it was not a creature, nor did I blow it up. It's a parlor trick and since you're bothering with details, it self-destructed."
Ivan tugged at his hat, "Now, I believe the Word Witch shall be coming around to clean up and prepare some less interesting dessert for the rest of you. It's boring but its to save time." He scratched the side of his chin, almost like he was doing a very specific routine of habits, "Oh and what kind of lodgings would you all like?"
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 10, 2009 22:38:21 GMT -5
"Home!" was the pigtailed girl's immediate response.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Nov 11, 2009 3:01:24 GMT -5
"I'ss fuckin' cold here, whitey," Veritas answered as she smoothed her bandanna, in regards to the question of their living arrangement preferences. "Whateva I get I wan' it hot, hoe. On fiya, bitches. Like a bawss. An' some dranks, please. It's Miz Gunz in the hooouse, ya'll crackaz! Whaaat?"
The last sentences seemed more like a signature tacked on a post rather than actually relevant to the message they footed, since she stood up and twisted her hands around in alien gangster signs.
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Post by Kagetsuki on Nov 11, 2009 4:33:40 GMT -5
Somewhere in between all the dining, speaking and exploding Kagetsuki finally seemed to realize that she was not, in fact, simply hallucinating. Along with this simple realization came another, and then another: one, that she was not rocking out in Zansi as she was supposed to be, and two, that there were humans sitting around her.
Humans.
After she'd just finished a solo on the song "Human Genocide".
Her expression rapidly changing from blank to confused to enraged, the Dream Queen suddenly howled, pointing an accusing finger towards Ivan and sliding into an oddly battle-ready stance with her precious dreamcatcher. "Wait, wait, wait!" She shouted, eyes roaming the scene and the people wildly. "What in the nine hells gave you the right to pull me away from one of my concerts?! I'm the Queen of Dream, you bitch! The Entourage is nonexistent without me!" And it was true. Without her, their ratings would almost assuredly plummet. She couldn't even imagine how the audience would be reacting to her sudden disappearance. "Get me back to the stage, human! Now. I might even write a song about your insolence if you do it quickly."
Apparently that was supposed to be some kind of gift.
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Post by zandyne on Nov 11, 2009 4:54:45 GMT -5
Ivan's expression sort of froze at the accusation and broke into loud, tearful laughter. After a spiel not unlike what Saturday Morning villains indulge in, he wiped away his remaining humor and answered with dastardly snark that matched Kagetsuki's indignation, "I can't send you back if I never brought you here Queen Rocker! I'm just a Magician Queen who doesn't even have the art of dimension hopping!"
He held out his hand to her as if offering her either a dance or a salesman would to seal the deal on a new car, "But if you want a stage, I can give it to you, same for if you want an audience." There was a certain emphasis on 'audience' that rang sadistic in his tone.
However he didn't actually wait long for her response, and quickly replied to the others, Devon was still as wrapped up as ever as Queen Ivan tried to fulfill the request, "I'm certain I can make your room be as snug as home, Plum Fairy." His giggle betrayed how, without a doubt it was going to be the most twisted interpretation of 'home' possible.
When he quieted himself, he flashed the horns at Veritas' gang signs, "I'll see what Gen can scrounge up for you, G-Girl, I'm sure a volcano or five isn't much."
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Post by Kagetsuki on Nov 11, 2009 14:44:29 GMT -5
Kagetsuki's face twisted into obscurity, apparently not quite understanding the undertones of Queen Ivan's words. Growling as he turned away to address two other quests, she suddenly and very purposefully strode close to him, dreamcatcher tucked to her side as she jabbed a finger to his chest. "Listen, human. If you're not the one who brought me here, I demand that you bring out whoever did. I have a show to play, and that entails not spending time here!"
Especially not here, really. Not with some...stupid harem-seeking human who called himself a Queen.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 11, 2009 14:48:51 GMT -5
"Yeah, and when she's done with him," Devon piped up, still bound by shadowy tendrils, "I want a piece of him! And LET ME GO!!!"
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Post by zandyne on Nov 11, 2009 15:02:23 GMT -5
The finger that stabbed Ivan's chest with justified rage soon had it's parent hand gently grabbed and kissed by Ivan. While he was doing it he looked every part as sincere as 'prince charming' from many a chick-flick, but that moment was soon over, and he had the insane grin of a trickster.
"That'll be hard to do, it's very difficult, dare I say impossible, to rip out Fate herself from the Fabric to send you go back home."
In truly smug and narcissistic fashion, at the follow-up threat, Ivan winked and, with near-impossible slight of hand, sent a smoke heart and confetti in Devon's disgusted direction. "The feeling's mutual Plum Fairy, respectively of course." After that display it would be a miracle if Devon didn't explode just like the pot pie golem he was trying to avenge.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 11, 2009 15:07:53 GMT -5
The plum fairy seethed for several moments, growling like a pinned dog before she shouted at the absolute top of her lungs.
"MARAGIDYNE!!!"
The explosion of fire centered on herself didn't seem to do her any harm, but it would be disastrous to everything around her, and very likely to the cold, dark shadows, themselves.
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Post by zandyne on Nov 11, 2009 15:30:34 GMT -5
Given the nature of the different elements of the spells she used, the ones closest were seared off, but, as said before the nature of the magic themselves was different, so the hands merely shrank back and reformed even more quickly.
This time the hands regenerated with thorny barbs outlying them. They were wrapped around her all the same but there was a good implication that they could extend, just like claws, and dig into her fleshy body. Yet they only hovered their grasp around her mouth instead of clamping it like earlier.
Ivan's usual arrogance seemed strained this time, "Plum Fairy you really need to calm down. I do hope you're not a one-trick pony of childish anger," the barbs of the shadows extended, nearly grazing her skin, "but as a gentleman, I have tolerance for such things. Perhaps you woke up on the wrong side of the bed? I'll never know, but continuing to endanger the others is something I, as a good host, cannot permit."
He chuckled darkly, "Unless of course this is your own way of suggesting we have an exclusive outing, but even I think that's a bit fast for such a relationship. Now if you're trying to kill me, go for it, just either plan better attacks or get niftier tricks that don't put you at a disadvantage. Murder is forgivable, but boring repetition?" He laughed dryly to himself.
Despite that, all the tendrils relaxed and retreated back to the safety of his shadow. By now it should have been fairly apparent to all the guests that the relatively short man was all sorts of batshit insane.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 11, 2009 18:01:36 GMT -5
Devon flinched as the thorns grazed his skin, but did nothing but glare daggers at the man. Somehow, his magic wasn't working. He needed another approach. So for now, he'd wait. The shadows retracted, but the furious gaze in his eyes continued to burn, even if he didn't move to strike again.
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